Branded Captive (Wren's Song 1)

Sullen, trapped on Kieran’s lap with his knot still thundering a heartbeat away inside her pelvis, the Omega was not in a talking mood.

Kieran—hardly tolerating the older Beta’s presence—hissed and snarled each time the doctor touched her. “She can’t speak.”

Before the physician had even been permitted to approach, Kieran had lifted Wren off the icy floor, and seated them both on the couch—the knot-locked Omega propped up on his lap.

Had Toby not thought to cover her, the complete wreckage of her body would have been on display.

The old blanket stolen from her demolished nest hung over her shoulders, covering things the workers stockpiling her kitchen and the physician prodding at her neck didn’t need to see. But it didn’t hide the fact that Kieran’s hand worked underneath, fabric tenting, the coarse cotton bobbing where his fingers chose to play.

Unable to wrest Kieran’s hand away from her swollen nub no matter how hard she pulled at his hand, he continuously teased her clit so her inner workings might cling to his knot and milk it for cum—with the old doctor right there taking her vitals and stabbing her arm for blood.

“These readings are”—the old man paused, looking for an elegant word—“elevated. I cannot get an accurate baseline until she calms. And judging by her physical condition… I suggest a lighter touch. If you expect to breed her, understand that Omegas who’ve endured extensive physical trauma do not enter estrous.”

“Breed, hmm?” The purring chest at her back expanded. Tapping a new rhythm on her clit, Kieran rasped at her ear, “You want that, sweet thing? You want me to breed you?”

The knot that should have been shrinking swelled even larger.

Wincing, Wren closed her eyes, only to be gathered closer so he could rock his ever-hard cock where he’d already flooded her full of sperm. With the doctor’s cheeks heating and Toby licking his lips as he watched, Kieran turned her head to press a kiss to her sealed mouth. Teasing at her seam, he pushed her past humiliation and straight into another mind-killing release with only a few sure rolls of her clit and few rough bounces on his lap.

He dumped more cum inside her, hissing out an absolutely shameless groan before their audience.

The doctor cleared his throat. “I can give her a hypo-boost to speed her healing, but it will cost you—”

Toby glanced away from Wren’s orgasm-drawn expression to mock the old man. “You know who had you brought here, right? Caspian wants her healthy.”

The physician scoffed. “One hypo-boost is not going to make your Omega healthy. Look at her. She should be in the hospital for malnutrition. She’s hardly in a better state than that boy you dropped off. The same pneumonia infects her lungs. She needs x-rays, breathing treatments, fluids… she’s extremely dehydrated. And growing more so each time you…”

The finger tapping her clit ceased. Kieran wrapped a possessive arm around her middle, the low grate of his query threatening violence should the answer not please him. “Each time I what?”

Considering all the growls and threats on his life, the doctor remained surprisingly collected. “It requires a great deal of fluids for an Omega to endure an Alpha’s attention. How long has it been since she’s had water?”

Water be damned. Wren had been trying to get the doctor’s attention ever since first mention of her boy. When he continued to ignore her in favor of the Alphas, she pulled her arms from the blanket to sign that she wanted pen and paper.

Kieran gave her a warning growl, immediately covering her exposed breasts with his forearm. “Behave.”

She ignored him. Pleading with her hands and eyes for a tool so she could communicate.

With a nervous smile, the doctor produced a pad, clicking open the pen in his pocket before handing it over. “Tell me what hurts.”

The pen moved immediately: Do you have my Mikael? Is he better?

Glancing at the pad she held up, the old man drew his brows together. “He’s improved, yes. But it will be some weeks before he’ll be off a ventilator. If he’d come to me a day later, he’d be dead. He is a very sick child who needs a great deal of care.”

He would have died…

Mikael would have died on her couch if Caspian had not sent him to a real doctor. He still might die if Caspian’s generosity ran out.

How much does his treatment cost?

The doctor said a number so astronomically high, Wren could not have paid it with ten lifetimes of constant salvage. Distressed, her insides went soft, the grumble of annoyance from the Alpha buried inside her ignored. Just as his knot was ignored so she could process the horrible realization.

She must endure Caspian and his men, survive, until Mikael was healed. Whatever it took, because she could see what the physician was not saying. If Mikael left his treatments now, he would still die. The Alpha must not grow bored of her or kill her until it was done.